6 Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness pitying see;

O, make our hearts Thy dwelling-place,
And worthier Thee!

194.

S. M.

ANONYMOUS.

COME !

THE SPIRIT SAITH

1 THE Spirit in our hearts

Is whispering, "Wanderer, come!"
The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims
To all his children, "Come!"

2 Let him that heareth say

To all about him, "Come!"

Let him that thirsts for righteousness,

To Christ, the fountain, come!

3 Yes, whosoever will,

O, let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life;
"Tis Jesus bids you come.

4 Lo! Jesus, who invites,
Declares, "I quickly come!"
Lord, even so! I wait thine hour;
Jesus, my Saviour, come!

195.

7s. M.

THE PRODIGAL.

ANONYMOUS.

BROTHER, hast thou wandered far
From thy Father's happy home,
With thyself and God at war?
Turn thee, brother, homeward come!

2 Hast thou wasted all the God for noble uses gave?

powers

Squandered life's most golden hours?
Turn thee, brother, God can save!

3 Is a mighty famine now

In thy heart and in thy soul?
Discontent upon thy brow?

Turn thee, God will make thee whole!

4 He can heal thy bitterest wound,
He thy gentlest prayer can hear;
Seek Him, for He may be found;
Call upon Him; He is near.

196.

L. M.

BEARD'S COLL.

TURN, CHILD OF DOUBT.

1 TURN, child of doubt, estranged from God! To error's joyless waste betrayed; No light will there illume thy road, No friendly voice will give thee aid. 2 O, turn, and leave that cheerless waste! The shade of death,—the maze of woe! There is a path that leads to rest,

A fount of life is given below.

3 Thy friend, thy Lord, from heaven revealed, The lost, the erring, to recall,

That sacred fountain hath unsealed;
With voice of love he speaks to all.

He bids the dying wanderer turn,
To walk in duty's way, and live;
He speaks to wounded souls that mourn,
He speaks, to heal and to forgive.

197.

7s. M.

COME HOME!

BRIGGS' COLL.

1 SOUL! celestial in thy birth,
Dwelling yet in lowest earth,
Panting, shrinking to be free,
Hear God's spirit whisper thee.

2 Thus it saith, in accents mild, -
"Weary wanderer, wayward child,
From thy Father's earnest love
Still forever wilt thou rove?

3 "Turn to hope, and peace, and light,
Freed from sin, and earth, and night;
I have called, entreated thee,

In my mercies gentle, free.

4 "Human soul, in love divine
I have sought to make thee mine;
Still for thee good angels yearn;
Human soul, return, return!"

WHITTIER.

198.

C. M.

THE CALL.

1 O, NOT alone with outward sign
Of fear, or voice from heaven,
The message of a truth divine,
The call of God, is given;
Awakening in the human heart
Love for the True and Right,
Zeal for the Christian's better part,
Strength for the Christian's fight.

2 Though heralded by naught of fear,
Or outward sign, or show;
Though only to the inward ear
It whisper soft and low;
Though dropping as the manna fell,
Unseen, yet from above,

Holy and gentle, heed it well,-
The call to Truth and Love.

199.

11s. M.

ANONYMOUS.

ACQUAINT THEE WITH GOD.

I ACQUAINT thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with

God,

And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road;

And peace, like the dew, shall descend round thy head,

And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.

2 Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with

God,

And he shall be with thee when fears are

abroad;

Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy

path,

Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.

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200.

1

S. M.

THOU MUST BE BORN AGAIN.

THOU must be born again!
Such was the solemn word

To him who came, not all in vain,
By night to seek his Lord.

2 Thou must be born again!
But not the birth of clay;

JOHNS.

The immortal seed must thence obtain
Deliverance into day.

3 Thou, in thy inmost mind,
Must own the same control;
The same regenerating wind
Must move and guide thy soul.

4 Thou canst not choose but trace
The steps the Master trod,
If once thou feel his truth and grace,
A conscious child of God.

5 The mortal's birth is past;

The immortal's birth must be;
Seek well and thou shalt find at last
That blest nativity.

201.

7s. M.

A PENITENTIAL HYMN.

*JOHN TYLOR.

1 GOD of mercy! God of love!
Hear our sad, repentant songs;
Listen to Thy suppliant ones,
Thou, to whom all grace belongs!